Castle Shogunate — Seventh Floor
The circular war chamber rose beneath a vast dome, its lighting cold and evenly diffused from above, illuminating every face with surgical clarity.
At the very top—
On the sole seat facing all—
sat Uchiha Anlan.
He leaned back against a high-backed chair of rigid, unadorned design. Behind him, carved into the wall, loomed a massive Uchiha war fan—the symbol of power.
Hands interlocked.
Expression calm.
Presence absolute.
His dark green general's uniform deepened under the cold light, radiating silent authority.
His gaze swept downward—
Like a hawk surveying its dominion.
Below him, the chamber unfolded in three distinct formations.
Separated not by walls—
But by invisible political fault lines.
Center Formation — The Uchiha Core
The most imposing.
All clad in dark green uniforms bearing the crimson insignia of the Red Guard.
They sat straight as spears.
Eyes sharp.
A presence forged from arrogance, discipline, and bloodshed.
At the front:
Uchiha Huohe — aged, yet unbent, like a blade reforged in flameUchiha Fugaku — commander of the Red GuardUchiha Mikoto — composed, elegant, and lethal
Behind them—
Elite Uchiha jonin.
And beside Uchiha Shisui—
three ninja cats sat proudly atop the table.
This—
was the spine of the Shogunate.
Left Formation — Mist Surrender Army
Led by three infamous figures:
Jūzō Biwa — pale, wounded, but steadyKisame Hoshigaki — silent, shark-likeFuguki Suikazan — massive, oppressive
Behind them—
battle-tested Mist shinobi who had chosen survival over loyalty.
Their allegiance?
Forged not by ideology—
But by fear, defeat, and opportunity.
Right Formation — Konoha Clan Representatives
Not as Konoha.
But as independent powers.
At the front—
A Hyūga elder, eyes pale and unreadable.
Behind him—
Representatives of the:
Nara ClanYamanaka ClanAkimichi Clan
And other minor clans.
Two dozen people—
But capable of fielding a thousand elite shinobi.
Anlan Speaks
"Uchiha Fugaku."
"Report."
Fugaku rose instantly.
"Red Guard has completed reorganization."
"Six divisions. Fifty each. Total—three hundred."
"All combat-ready. All tested in battle."
These were not ordinary reinforcements.
They were elites transported through spatial means—
While civilians, elders, and resources were quietly relocated to Mugen Castle.
A silent migration.
A silent rebellion.
Konoha's Reaction (Unspoken)
Far away—
Hiruzen Sarutobi could only watch.
And realize—
He could no longer stop the Uchiha.
Only delay them.
New Armies — Rising Power
"Uchiha Tekka."
"Uchiha Yashiro."
Both stood.
"Wind-Forest Army—800 total."
"Fire-Mountain Army—800 total."
"Selected through combat, loyalty, and screening."
"Fully integrated. Ready for deployment."
1600 soldiers.
Not conscripts.
Not random recruits.
But a filtered war machine.
Anlan's reply was simple:
"Quality over quantity."
"I want armies—not numbers."
"Understood!"
Mist Army Report
"Fuguki Suikazan."
"Total: 327."
"Elite: over 100."
"Three divisions. Commanded by myself, Kisame Hoshigaki, and Jūzō Biwa."
Their loyalty?
Bought with something stronger than fear—
Power.
Access to Uchiha techniques.
Secrets.
Growth.
Final Piece — The Shadow Force
"Uchiha Inabi."
A grin.
A sharp rise.
"At your command!"
"Form the 'Oniwaban'."
"Three hundred members."
"Not drawn from existing armies."
The room shifted.
Attention sharpened.
"Composition:
Assassins. Spies. Interrogators.Hyūga scouts.Yamanaka mind-users.Nara tacticians.Akimichi heavy units.Specialists from all clans."
"Function:
IntelligenceSurveillanceProtectionBlack operations"
"Only one rule—"
Anlan's voice turned colder.
"Strength decides everything."
Inabi inhaled sharply.
Eyes blazing.
"I will forge them into the Shogunate's perfect blade!"
Chapter 111 — Use Everything, Use Everyone
The meeting ended cleanly.
No waste.
No hesitation.
Private Office — Eighth Floor
Anlan had barely sat down—
When the door opened.
Uchiha Huohe entered.
Arms crossed.
Silent.
Staring.
Pressure filled the room.
The kind only elders could exert.
Unspoken.
Demanding.
Anlan met his gaze calmly—
But before he could speak—
"Grandfather!"
Uchiha Mikoto entered.
Carrying fruit and tea.
Eyes slightly narrowed.
The old man's aura—
Collapsed instantly.
His stern expression cracked.
Awkward.
Caught.
The "interrogation"—
Ended before it began.
Outside — The Bigger Game
Meanwhile—
The world was shifting.
Konoha—
Struggling.
Clans hedging bets.
Playing both sides.
To Anlan—
They were not allies.
Not yet.
Just—
Useful tools.
Because in his Shogunate—
There was only one rule:
Use everything.
Use everyone.
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